Last Saturday was my first meeting as a board member with the marvelous people at the Writer’s League of Texas. If you don’t know about this fantastic Austin-based resource for writers here in the Lone Star state–and beyond–check out their website. Looking for craft classes, readings, advice on that query letter? They’ve got it. I’m so pleased to be onboard! (I’m especially looking at you, SFA alum, in the Austin area. Seeking a writing community now that you’re away from Nacogdoches? Here it is!)
There’s a new poem up today, “To the Tripping Man at Altamont.” The editors at the museum of americana have been very supportive of my work over the years and I’m always grateful when they publish another piece from me.
If you don’t know about the disastrous concert at Altamont in 1969, it’s tragic and fascinating and sadly still feels relevant.
I’m thrilled that Brevity, a journal I have longed admired, has published this flash nonfiction essay.
Thank you to Juked for posting a new poem. Years ago, Juked was kind to me and posted one of my early short stories. It’s great to have a return visit.
“Spring Grove…” is one of a cycle of poems examining mid-twentieth century LSD experimentation.
I’m so pleased to start the new year off with a fresh poem up at The American Journal of Poetry. I hope you enjoy it!
I’m honored to have new flash nonfiction published at Hippocampus Magazine this month. Hope you enjoy it!
I’m pleased to have a new poem up at Pif Magazine. Thanks for reading!
My wife says everything I write is a love letter. This one is, I guess. John R. Tunis was prolific in his time, but hardly gets a mention today. He wrote essays and articles on many topics, but usually he wrote about sports, especially his novels. When I was in fifth grade, I read His Enemy, His Friend and it was my favorite book for years. It’s about soccer, but not really. It’s about unlikely friendship and torn families and loyalty–both earned and misplaced–and, mostly, about grief. It’s the first book that made me cry. I recently came across a memory of Tunis’s about his beginnings as a writer and it struck me: he didn’t know he had talent. At a time in my life when I doubt why I ever picked up a pen in the first place, his life’s work still gives me hope.
I’m thrilled to have a new poem up at Lunch Review. I guess the tag words should be rain, Texas, and Sylvia Plath, but I don’t want to give it all away.